Wednesday, November 14, 2007
At the birthday party last Saturday, I arrived thirty minutes early with no cash. Of course, they didn't have an ATM. Well they had one, but a thief had walked out with it. Stole the whole machine. The dingy outline was revealed on the wall and the lonely electrical cords were still on the floor. After a few inquires, the employee had determined that he could swipe my debit card and give me some cash. The air hockey, whack-a-mole and Dance!Dance!Revolution called. Oh, and the kids wanted something too.
So when I checked the bank statement online, the pending charge was for $34.50. Four dollars and fifty cents worth of service fee and not one mention from the employee. I was steamed! I composed the call to the manager of the alley in my mind. I mean c'mon, it was a bowling alley not a strip club. I'm not paying over four dollars in service charges, especially when the cash went right back into their video game pockets. So today when the charge actualized there was no service fee. None.
And guess what Lula had for snack on Tuesday? Cheese and crackers. Guess what the Kindergarten teacher has in her classroom? A refrigerator. Guess who is eating a heapin' helpin' of bird pie. That would be me.
Maybe I should check my sources more thoroughly.